“ok kid. Don’t be mad but-“ Keegan stepped out of the way as Kicks eyes widened. You, a small child stood quietly covered in dust and bruises, once hostage to the Federation. Your hair matted and your eyes droopy, Kick watched quietly. Keegan taking off his mask and putting it down.

“Who-.. dad how-“ “they were a hostage.” Keegan said bluntly before lifting you up and keeping you at his waist. “Kick you make dinner, I’m giving this little stinker a bath.”